I think I have bronchitis according to the symptoms I read about on the Internet. Tomorrow morning I have an appointment with my real doctor who does not have to rely on google. I feel bad taking time off from work like I'm letting down the team.
On SaturdayI had plans to take my dad shopping and out for a lunch. Also a friend invited me over for dinner. Instead I napped all day.
Yesterday I dragged my feverish self to Walgreens, but was unable to get myself and my dad to Mass. He was bummed.
This morning I went to work and left early. I went to CVS and bought a few more things that I forgot to buy yesterday.
Ho Hum.
It's just me and my inhaler. And plenty of liquids.
To get personal here, when I wake up in the morning I feel smelly. I am smelly. (Then I shower of course)I read some mom blogger who can smell her kid to see if he's sick. Are you that mother? Well, I have to mother myself.
I'm sure I'll be fine.
I would like to be entertained though. This would be a good time for the Olympics to be on, but no, my timing is off.
Ho hum.
Are you bored yet reading this?
Know any good jokes?
Are you suppose to starve a fever or a cold? And why?
It's never too early to go bed when you're sick, right? It's a little after 8:00 pm. Bedtime, right?
Monday, August 27, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Cardinal George, Softies, St. Joan of Arc
1) Cardinal George has cancer again. I am praying for him.
2) Do I need to order anymore Saintly Softies from Etsy? I really like them. I don't need them. I'm suppose to be paying off my stupid debts, not buying things I don't need. Don't ever take out student loans or use a credit card if you can possibly avoid it. I really like those Saintly Softies. I could get the whole collection! They could be the beanie babies of the decade. What do people do with all their beanie babies now? Do they have any value now? I wonder if people feel stupid for having a whole bunch of them. I feel stupid having all my debt.
3) Several weeks ago, I visited the St. Joan of Arc Chapel on the grounds of Marquette University. It came from France. The docent kept explaining the art and architecture, which I half appreciated. I just wanted to pray in the silence.
The window sill is a stone that St. Joan of Arc stood on while talking to the Virgin Mary. They say the stone remains cooler than the stones around it, however, I did not bother feeling all the stones. You can see how worn the stone is from people touching it.
2) Do I need to order anymore Saintly Softies from Etsy? I really like them. I don't need them. I'm suppose to be paying off my stupid debts, not buying things I don't need. Don't ever take out student loans or use a credit card if you can possibly avoid it. I really like those Saintly Softies. I could get the whole collection! They could be the beanie babies of the decade. What do people do with all their beanie babies now? Do they have any value now? I wonder if people feel stupid for having a whole bunch of them. I feel stupid having all my debt.
3) Several weeks ago, I visited the St. Joan of Arc Chapel on the grounds of Marquette University. It came from France. The docent kept explaining the art and architecture, which I half appreciated. I just wanted to pray in the silence.
The window sill is a stone that St. Joan of Arc stood on while talking to the Virgin Mary. They say the stone remains cooler than the stones around it, however, I did not bother feeling all the stones. You can see how worn the stone is from people touching it.
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| I wanted to pray in silence |
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Where's my Affordable Health Care?
A Story in Which I Mistook a PBM for a Miracle
I try to keep this blog about Catholic things, but today I'm failing.
First, at work yesterday I tried to call UPS to schedule a pick-up. Again, it was a hassle, and I got scolded by a UPS man about calling the wrong UPS division. And the UPS driver in the area is a small woman who couldn't possibly lift the packages I had packed said the man. There were more complications. I don't care. All I wanted was a person in a brown uniform to pick up the brown boxes and put them in a brown truck. Then I want the company's account charged.
And yesterday's aggravation included the Take Care Clinic. I couldn't walk-in because I didn't have an appointment. Well, it either needs to be appointment only or walk-in only. And since I was in Walgreens I picked up two prescriptions. One was $5.00, and the other $100.00. Those are the co-pays. Along with some shampoo, body wash, and other sundries, I paid $19.00. I THOUGHT IT WAS A MIRACLE that my $100.00 co-pay was greatly reduced. WRONG. The insurance denied my expensive medication, so the pharmacist didn't bother filling it. Um, it's kind of important that I take this medicine, otherwise, why would I order a refill?????? I nearly cried. I have a two-day supply while I fight with the stupid PBM (prescription drug management) company. I paid $48.00 for the two-day supply.
I am not feeling the love for PBMs or my insurance company of last resort. Oh, Obama, I need some affordable health care!!!!!!!
My local Catholic hospital (don't get me started on their billing department and collection practices) recently sponsored a local event for professional athletes. Does that mean it gave prize money to the athletes? Is that where my heath care dollar is going? I can only afford to pay a dollar at a time.
This morning I sat and wrote another letter to God expressing this and more to put in my prayer box. Though I wrote to God, I still feel grumpy.
I pay $1,540.00 quarterly for my insurance-of-last resort! That's just for me, a single person.
It's not even 8:00 a.m., so there's lots of opportunity for God to fill today with miracles and goodness.
It's also a Holy Day of Obligation.
I try to keep this blog about Catholic things, but today I'm failing.
First, at work yesterday I tried to call UPS to schedule a pick-up. Again, it was a hassle, and I got scolded by a UPS man about calling the wrong UPS division. And the UPS driver in the area is a small woman who couldn't possibly lift the packages I had packed said the man. There were more complications. I don't care. All I wanted was a person in a brown uniform to pick up the brown boxes and put them in a brown truck. Then I want the company's account charged.
And yesterday's aggravation included the Take Care Clinic. I couldn't walk-in because I didn't have an appointment. Well, it either needs to be appointment only or walk-in only. And since I was in Walgreens I picked up two prescriptions. One was $5.00, and the other $100.00. Those are the co-pays. Along with some shampoo, body wash, and other sundries, I paid $19.00. I THOUGHT IT WAS A MIRACLE that my $100.00 co-pay was greatly reduced. WRONG. The insurance denied my expensive medication, so the pharmacist didn't bother filling it. Um, it's kind of important that I take this medicine, otherwise, why would I order a refill?????? I nearly cried. I have a two-day supply while I fight with the stupid PBM (prescription drug management) company. I paid $48.00 for the two-day supply.
I am not feeling the love for PBMs or my insurance company of last resort. Oh, Obama, I need some affordable health care!!!!!!!
My local Catholic hospital (don't get me started on their billing department and collection practices) recently sponsored a local event for professional athletes. Does that mean it gave prize money to the athletes? Is that where my heath care dollar is going? I can only afford to pay a dollar at a time.
This morning I sat and wrote another letter to God expressing this and more to put in my prayer box. Though I wrote to God, I still feel grumpy.
I pay $1,540.00 quarterly for my insurance-of-last resort! That's just for me, a single person.
It's not even 8:00 a.m., so there's lots of opportunity for God to fill today with miracles and goodness.
It's also a Holy Day of Obligation.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Tired, etc.
Tired of being worried about how I was going to pay my rent last year, I gave up, prayed, and God heard my prayers. Problem solved.
Tired of being unemployed, I gave up, prayed, and God heard my prayers. For now, problem is solved.
Tired of being alone, lonely, ignored, I started a novena to St. Theresa of the Little Flower(s) last week. I chose a novena to St. Theresa because several months ago, I head a dream about her. Several days ago I forgot to say the novena, and I forgot the next day too. Then I gave up.
I guess I have to start all over.
A novena failure of my own fault.
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Hey, Becky, I'm sorry you removed our blog. I understand why. May I send you an email?
I'm impressed by your other blog.
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It's sad, sad, and tragic there was mass shooting this weekend.
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And now I am tired in body.
Good night, and sweet dreams
Tired of being unemployed, I gave up, prayed, and God heard my prayers. For now, problem is solved.
Tired of being alone, lonely, ignored, I started a novena to St. Theresa of the Little Flower(s) last week. I chose a novena to St. Theresa because several months ago, I head a dream about her. Several days ago I forgot to say the novena, and I forgot the next day too. Then I gave up.
I guess I have to start all over.
A novena failure of my own fault.
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Hey, Becky, I'm sorry you removed our blog. I understand why. May I send you an email?
I'm impressed by your other blog.
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It's sad, sad, and tragic there was mass shooting this weekend.
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And now I am tired in body.
Good night, and sweet dreams
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